So, around my seventeenth birthday, during our summer vacation, we hooked up. I had my mom drop me off at his aunts house. When I arrived, he and his best friend were standing there in the garage pretending like they hadn’t been talking about me for the past ten minutes. I was still a little shy so when I approached him, I gave him a warm hug, tight enough to make his dick jump but loose enough, to let his balls breath. I had only gotten high a couple times before and I wanted to get high. So, we smoked a blunt and drank some liquor. He seduced me, teaching me new things as he inhaled the smoke then blew it back into the liquor bottle then tipping the bottle back and letting the liquor and smoke slide down my throat, then we kissed. The erotic sensation, made my body tingle and my mind mature, it was my first step to a life outside of the box I so desperately wanted out of. Once inside the house, we watched television, until his friend, got the point that we wanted to be alone, together. He didn’t waste a second, to turn the lights off, when his friend left the room. I was comfortable and nervous all at the same time, and everything all my friends had ever told me, about there first time, ran through, my head. He kissed me and touched me with confident hands, he most defiantly has done this before. Along with the stimulation, came his fingers, he slid them inside of me. Then he started teaching me, he quickly turned me on my side, then entered. The more he showed me, how badly he wanted to cum, the wetter it got in between us. Then came the knock at the door. He quickly pulled out, then, put his pants on and answered the door, “Who is it?” “ I’m here to pick Berry up!” shouted my mom, through the door. “O, shit!” He quickly thought of an excuse,“ She’s using the bathroom, I’ll tell her you’re here.” I hurried up and put my clothes on and gave him a hug, all in the dark, then out the door I went. The next day, when I talked to him on the phone, he said there was blood all over the couch, I was so embarrassed but what could I say, other than, the truth, it was my first time having sex with a boy. Our summer vacation is over now and school has started back and not only, am I a senior, I got a part- time job, a steady boyfriend and I drive to school now, not one of the popular kids though, but I’m not one of the over looked either. It’s graduation night and my whole families here to see me walk across the stage, I received money from some of everybody, even the church I attended gave me a two hundred dollars cash as a graduation gift. My graduation night didn‘t go the way I imagined it would have been. A bomb graduation party with every student from school there graduates and non graduates. Instead, I sat in a hotel room with a home girl of mine, we ate some left over barbeque from a cookout her parents had for her the night before. We sat up all night talking and drinking vodka. I had a nice time. I had just graduated from high school and was still living with my family. My friends and I all got high together, the only problem was that we couldn’t get high at any of our houses. So, when we wanted to get high without any parents around, we rented a hotel room, it was just a safe way to get high, without worrying about some ones parents or the cops catching us. Or so I thought. We brought, beer, pills, weed, cigarettes, all the essentials to get us as high as possible. There were four guy friends of mine, whom I trusted and two girls, that I didn’t know very well at all but had seen around school. One of the last things I remember about that night was, popping some pills and turning my beer up and hearing a voice say, “Girl, you spilling your beer all over yourself.” The next morning, I woke up with cigarette burns all over my chin and wearing someone else’s pants. Not to mention, missing a couple of things I came with, like money, my pants, an my memory of the night. Crazy thing is, I stole money to get high night, then someone turned around and stole it from me, along with the butterfly necklace that my dad gave me. About two weeks later, my ex-boyfriend, whom was still chasing me, even though I was dating someone else, told me all the rumors that were being spread around the hood about me. People were saying I had a train ran on me that night, which means I willingly let a group of guys have sex with me all at the same time, back to back. Willingly is a poor choice of words, like the choice I made that night. They rumored to have had a witness, that came and saw the whole thing. This was the same guy that had raped me months before, I was to embarrassed and hurt to even tell my best friend about it, because he was her boyfriend. I wondered if he participated too, because of the familiar or just cause he thought it wouldn‘t matter. Maybe the same thing happen to the other two girls as well or maybe they were sworn to keep the secret, who knew. The one thing I am sure about is those guys weren’t my friends they were just using me and getting off on me. I guess, they got what they wanted. I never told my family or friends what happened, I just escaped it all.
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